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What are the best tactics for winning a child custody case?

  • Posted on September 2, 2010 at 4:32 pm

My ex-boyfriend and I have a 3 year old daughter in common.
He has a history of alcoholism, marijuana use, verbal and physical abuse – towards me only – not her.
He also has a criminal record from some small infractions, I believe.
He is also dealing with some form of mental illness.
I was told that I will most definitely get custody of her, but I am still living in fear that I won’t.
My ex is very vindictive and devious and will try anything to get her from me.
Does anyone know looking at his “issues” of anything that would make the courts take her from me and let him have custody?

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Atlanta Anger Management Counselor Reveals Tips For Winning

  • Posted on January 4, 2010 at 4:07 pm

There are many people that suffer from anger management issues. Most of the time we are thinking of the person that acts with aggression and rage as the only person that suufers from anger management issues, but that is not the case.

The family of such an individual suufers from this just as much as the person themselves does. The reason being is because generally when  a person with anger management issues gets angry or becomes enraged they direct that energy and force towards the very people  that they love. Why is this so?

There are several reasons why this is the case and we will try to enlighten you about some of them. The first one is based on the fact that a person that has these emotions engulfed within them feels the necessity to show their love in a manner that makes them feel better about themselves. It is hard to show love for yourself when you are the one that needs to be loved. Therefore, showing love to others is almost out of the question.

People are out of control because they have low self-esteem, suggests Marilyn J. Sorensen, a psychologist in Portland, Ore., who wrote Breaking the Chain of Low Self-Esteem. High taxes, lying politicians, traffic jams and exhausting schedules all are culprits, she says. “The demands are endless and people have no time to themselves or quality time with their families.” Some people feel powerless, she continues. “Many work all their lives and have little to show for it.” Those with no money to invest don’t benefit from the booming stock market; indeed, they “feel even more like they have missed out; they feel further behind and know they can never catch up.”

The Florida academic distinguishes between feeling anger and expressing anger. As bad as expressing anger is proving to be for the society at large, Speilberger’s studies show anger turned inward, which leads to depression, has deeply destructive physical consequences leading to elevated blood pressure and hypertension, heart attack and stroke.

If keeping your cool is so good for you, why do people lose it? Because, for one thing, “the promise of service never equals reality,” notes C. Leslie Charles, who recently wrote, Why Is Everyone so Cranky? and has made it a mission to stamp out anger with her “cranky buster” buttons and T-shirts. “We are overwhelmed, overworked, overscheduled and overspent,” she declares. “We are a nation living on the edge.”

“It’s what we do with our anger or how we express it that matters” Charles says. “There is a healthy way to express anger, such as Candy Lightner did when her daughter was killed by a drunk driver. She started Mothers Against Drunk Driving. We should have a road-rage advocate group.” Instead, people dwell on what they don’t have, Charles says. Our “expectation machine” with its impossible-to-deliver promises insists that life is like sports: “There are winners and losers, and if you are not a winner guess what you are?”

Our crankiness, she writes, is the “natural by-product of our social compulsion to drive the right car, live in the right home in the right area with all the right furnishings, have the right job, send our kids to the right day care or school, wear the right clothes and accessories, belong to the right clubs and go to the right vacation spots.” Believing that having the best means we are the best leads to the anxiety that results from financial instability. “Many of us are so busy trying to create the right life that we’ve turned our existence into a nightmare of debt”

The Violence Institute uses Adlerian psychology, which presumes that people “overcompensate” for feelings of inferiority and inadequacy in childhood. “Not only do we feel inferior and inadequate to cope in childhood, but it turns out we blame ourselves. That will tie you up in knots,” says Messer, “and it will give us preexisting anger in our bloodstream so that all it will take is 2 ounces to spill us over.” The only people to escape this, he notes, “are American citizens with perfect parents.”

The young shooters, like everyone else, have been suppressing anger for years, says Messer. “When they cannot take the pressure any more, all of a sudden, 19 and behold, they turn it outward. What did you think they would do?”

Recent studies show it may not only be the angry child we need to be concerned about, but also coworkers. Take a look at the people in nearby cubicles and remember that while homicides committed during robberies declined during the nineties, killings by coworkers rose dramatically.

Donald Gibson, a professor at the Yale University School of Management, says the recent spate of workplace violence is not surprising. Coauthor of The Experience of Anger at Work: Lessons From the Chronically Angry, Gibson notes that nearly 25 percent of respondents to a 1996 Gallup telephone survey of 1,000 adults indicated that they were “generally at least somewhat angry at work.” Much of that discontent is coming from the East Coast, where 12 percent of the respondents called themselves quite angry, compared with 6 percent in the Midwest, 4 percent in the South and 3 percent in the West.

These are just a few of the problems that are noted in our society as we continue to struggle with anger management .

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Remembering Escape The Winning Stallion

  • Posted on January 1, 2010 at 7:38 pm

ESCAPE

 

By Sabby Bharathan

 

Two men ran out of the stables into the dark creepy night. The moon cast silver shadows on the trees and the field across Mckay’s farmhouse. The grey clouds moved lazily across the sky. The soft breeze was a welcome treat for the two that came to a sudden halt near the fence border separating the side road and the farmhouse.

‘Do you think it’ll work?’ asked the man trying to haul himself over the fence.

‘I should bloody think so, when I do a job man, I do it for results and by heck I’ll have it’

‘Hey Ralph did anyone see us though?’

‘How would I know it was pitch black in the stables, you were there weren’t you? I guess old man Rodney don’t do things by half eh? If we hadn’t used the saw we would be losing out on big money. We can’t take any chances and this is our last one. There’s a lot at stake, and we cannot lose’

They both hauled themselves over the fence and ran to their get away car.

A hooded man sitting behind the wheel asked anxiously letting out a deep sigh.

‘How did it go boys?’

‘All done boss! You’ll see for yourself’

‘Escape won’t be winning at the Cheltenham race tomorrow or ever again and that’s a guarantee. I’ve slashed his feet making it impossible to win any race. This will wipe the smile off Mckay’s face. The bastard’s never lost a race in the last 3 months, not since Escape started racing.’ The same man spoke with such venom banging his hand hard on the dashboard.

Peter Mckay came here regularly to let his horses loose in the cool of the summer’s night after the races. The sight was enough to take any sane man’s breath away, there was something in these moonlit nights, and they tell different stories every single night. He loved to relax here with some chilled beer away from the pressures of city life and his business. Property business didn’t interest him as much as these mute creatures did. A sound of shuffling feet moving on the dried hay caught his attention and slowly exhaling he waited.

Kelly Franklin.

Just then he wanted to know everything that happened at the Franklin house. Did she tell the truth or make up an excuse? Did she come out to be with him or was this supposed to be the start of endless stolen meetings? Oh nobody would blame Kelly for any of this he was sure the fingers would almost certainly, be pointing at him.

‘Sweet Kelly is that you?’

‘Yeah, it’s me Peter. Nobody followed me so stop worrying.’

‘I didn’t think it would be this easy. I thought they would want to know where you were or send a chaperone with you in order to protect you from evil monsters.’

‘Well as you know I have some magical powers in my tongue that would make it impossible for mother to refuse, as for dad he was half drunk and the last time I saw him he was staggering up to bed and so, yes it was easy.’

‘Hey listen can you hear anything?’

‘Where? Oh what’s that sound?’ A sound of a horse neighing and thudding could be heard just outside the stable door.

‘Move aside quick! Here let’s open this door’ Peter shoved past Kelly and opened the wooden door that didn’t allow any visitors in the narrow space.

‘Hurry turn the light’s on’ he commanded as he walked quickly past three horses in a row checking each section until he reached the last in line.

‘Holy shit! Escape’s bleeding, Kelly quick call the vet or better still get my horse carrier round, I’ll have to take him straight to the vet.’ Kelly sprinted off and in the meantime Peter tended to Escape, his favourite stallion – praying the stud wouldn’t die on him. The amount of blood Escape lost – his chances of survival seemed very bleak.

‘Sorry Mckay there’s no way Escape is ever going to run again, you will have to decide what to do with him’ after injecting the painkiller the veterinary surgeon instructed Peter Mckay. Shaken by this news Peter just nodded his head. What can a man do when he finds out that his best stallion would no longer be able to run in races or permanently be out of play?

The vet ushered Peter out as he got working on Escape.

Two hours went by and there was no come back from the vet. Restless and impatient Peter decided against barging in to the theatre. Surgery and five hours later…

‘Escape will live!’

All the Christmas’s came early for Peter at that moment.

‘What are the chances of Escape having prosthetic legs?’

‘Why?’ ‘I do hope you are not thinking of racing him again are you?’

‘No but I want him to have them so he has the freedom to roam around as much as he wants. Anyway it shouldn’t really stop him from doing anything he wants, even mating’

‘Oh it won’t. But I think we can come up with something and it’s a miracle he survived’. He patted Peter’s shoulder and left again.

Three months later ‘Come on boy you know you can do it!’

‘Once more’ Peter prompted.

Escape reluctantly struggled to his feet and trying to stand up he fell again and his huge weight nearly crushed Kelly if Peter hadn’t pulled her in time. She was now Kelly Mckay, their relationship had taken a fast forward propulsion and they were married in the nearby church with a few of their friends and relatives. Everyday Kelly saw Peter kiss Escape immediately as he saw him.

‘You love that horse more than anything else don’t you?’ Kelly asked jealously.

‘Yes I do if I’d taken more care of the surroundings as much, he’d still be winning races.’ Peter said sadly.

‘But I won’t give up hope until he’s able to run again, maybe he won’t ever win, but he’ll always be a winner in my eyes’ Peter concluded.

Mango Ripple played in the front yard while Escape watched him. Escape had given birth to a beautiful stud, after being coupled with a top class female mare and the result was Mango Ripple. Escape moved about freely now. It was 2 years since the incident.

‘Would you hold the baby for a minute love, I’ve got to check the saddles and boots before the race on Saturday’ Kelly lifted her daughter Jade from Peter’s arms’. She went on her way checking cubicles after cubicles making sure the horses were okay.

Jade got heavier by the minute and so after a while Kelly let her down.

‘Peter I’m gonna feed these four’ she shouted across to Peter who had disappeared into the store where they kept all the equipment – from a saddle to boots to hats.

Jade got comfortable in the middle of the field, playing by herself. Kelly checked on her twice making sure her baby was okay while she carried on with the fodder for the horses.

A shrill scream sounded in the eerie silence followed by a dog barking and a horse neighing which brought Kelly sharply to her feet and right into the field in no time and Peter appeared on the field from somewhere as if by magic. At a quick glance Kelly found Jade in the middle of the field and Escape stood over her barricading her with his legs. The first thing Kelly noticed was that Escape was covered in blood. Jade was lying on her side. Kelly couldn’t be sure if she was still alive!

“Oh my God” Escape had killed her baby she was sure of that.

‘That evil horse should never ever do that to any other child.’ Mumbling to herself Kelly ran to the store where they kept all things needed for the horses and people. Also a shot gun. Without another thought before she changed her mind Kelly loaded the gun and ran to the interior of the farm. She was breathing heavily her lungs were about to burst. She felt a strong inner urge that only a mother felt when she loses her baby to a monster and here in this farm it was the horse, Escape. She knew she’d never forgive Escape for killing her baby so mercilessly. And Escape stood still rooted to the spot.

Kelly sneakily crouched on the floor to get near her lifeless baby. Tears streamed down her face but she didn’t care.

‘He will not know what’s hit him and he deserves all he gets.’ Kelly pulled the trigger. One shot that was all it took!

‘Kelly you stupid bitch what did you do that for?’ A frantic Peter asked as he rushed forward to pick his daughter Jade before the huge beast crushed her.

‘He’s killed my baby’ I’m not gonna let any horse take my child and sit back and watch the scene.’

‘But he hasn’t, he didn’t.’ Peter lay baby Jade aside who was still breathing, then he turned and hugged Escape tightly sobbing loudly now.

‘What do you mean? I saw blood on him with my own eyes’ Kelly asserted.

‘Jade was under him, didn’t you see Pete?’ Kelly questioned with conviction.

‘Yes he was protecting her like any other house pet!’ Peter was shouting and crying at the same time. ‘You shouldn’t have shot him Kelly, he’s all I had’. Peter broke down and fell on Escape once again.

Escape laid there – his body lifeless. Peter pulled Kelly with him to show her the dead rotweiller on one side of the field. A scuffle of some sort had taken place and Escape being the big horse didn’t need any prompting and with supernatural strength he protected the little baby that he’d come to love. Escape didn’t move away from baby Jade even when the rotweiller took a bite at him, grazing Jade’s legs Escape wrestled the rotweiller with all his might and finally stood on the dog causing suffocation. The patch of field turned burgundy with the sand mixed in with blood. Kelly ran to her baby and hugged her to her bosom and showered a thousand kisses.

‘Jade sweetheart, mummy’s back, open your eyes baby.’

‘Huh huh…’ whimpered jade with baby hiccups listening to her mother’s voice.

‘Oh baby mummy’s so sorry to have left you here all by yourself’

‘I promise you that I’ll never do that again, please forgive me’

But you killed my one and only horse who ever made me proud. Peter could not stop crying. How and when does anyone stop hurting when you lose your favourite pet? Even after his legs were amputated so horrifically Escape had borne a beautiful stud horse.

Suddenly he realised that Mango Ripple was orphaned not having anybody to look after him. Peter made a decision that would change his life in the foreseeable future.

The camera’s flashed and the winner’s trophy that Peter Mckay held close to his heart was the best tribute he gave to Escape today. The criminals who slashed Escape were behind bars. They got caught red handed when they tried to abduct the winner Buckaroo after Cheltenham festival. Mango Ripple was trained without restraint by the best trainer in the country. At first Peter couldn’t see the same traits in Mango inherited from his father Escape, but slowly he observed that Mango was becoming more determined to get over the hurdles of the steeplechase for which he was being trained to perfection.

Escape should have been the rightful owner of this trophy but Peter was happy for Mango, his baby.

‘This one is for you and the next and the next I promise’ Peter shouted to the winds, as thought it would take those words personally and deliver them to Heaven, where his champion horse Escape was right this minute, he was sure of that.

 

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The End.

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